Prophecy

 
 
 
And He became The One
as we all filed to point together
in His direction
anointing Him our Saviour.
We, so ready to be saved
from evil history
from slavery and hate
looking for a better fate
for our kids
(and, don’t kid yourself, ourselves).
Caught up, trapped, in the trappings
of fashion-conscious
tailored consciousness.
Drugs parade to cure us of our many flaws,
because if you’re not flawless you
haven’t got a chance
in market scored fierce competition.
A youthful escapade can ruin you
for the life
of peers’ and elders’ expectations.
And then where are you?
May as well be burning in eternal
damnation — at last.
At least Satan wants you
for your sins.
In a mythical colony,
far from their petulant King
it is said a people
fought and died, and lived again
for freedom.
It is said such pageant plays
are still performed today.
“Freedom is not Free; but paid
in blood sacrifice.”  They say.
Freedom dependent on militia,
on strictly disciplined troops
firing into pregnant crowds.
Ancient sages foretold
potent prophecy.
We will not listen.
We insist on martyrdom
worshipping, as we do,
cults of murder.
This human life leads inexorably
to eternal death,
just as we demand,
when we all come together
anointing yet another One.
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